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laughter. It was a really good party.
    A tap on her feet made her look down, “Tara, I brought you, and I will take you home.” Michael's face was swollen, his knuckles were in the same shape, but his dark eyes were sincere. She couldn't say no.
    Rybok came to them and this time Michael got on first with Tara swinging up behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, supporting him as well as using his body warmth and then they went home. It was a far more sedate pace than their trip in and Michael was hailed as a hero when they passed the people of the impromptu village.
    She closed her eyes and hung on as they rode through the woods. The beat of the hooves on the mossy ground was soothing and she felt herself nodding off. She jerked herself awake as they stopped in her front yard yet again. “Well, I guess this is my stop.” She slid more easily than she had the first time and hung onto Michael's thigh as she waited to get the feeling back in her ass. She was a little surprised when he dismounted as well.
    "It is only proper that I escort you to your door.” When Tara finally looked him in the eye, she was amazed that only the tiniest smudge of bruising was left on his pale skin. He had healed during the ride.
    As Alexi had, Michael took her key and opened her door for her, but instead of pouncing on her, he knelt at her feet and wrapped his arms around her. They stayed that way for what felt like hours—she with her arms around his head, stroking his hair and he simply hugging her as close as a long lost love.
    When he finally moved to stand and kiss her, it was sweet, tender and oh-so arousing. Just his lips on hers had her hands trembling, her blood surging, her panties damp and her mind screaming that it wanted the sweet release of orgasm. And all he had done was to kiss her.
    If they ever got naked together, she might not survive it.
    "Enough. I will see you at rehearsal. Tonight was wonderful, but it is time for you to go.” She stayed where she was, huddling against the sideboard in the hall for strength.
    "You know that eventually, you will invite me in to stay."
    "But that is not tonight. So thank you for a lovely evening. And goodnight.” She did not move closer to him for this moment. Alexi had taught her the dangers of that. He bowed to her and left through the front door. Her mind threw the locks and she staggered up to her private rooms for a bath. Horseback riding was not a skill that she had ever gained.
    Her ass was killing her.
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Chapter Eight
    Rehearsal ran smoothly once again. She was able to keep her thighs together and her crew was behaving themselves. Life was good.
    Alexi asked her if she would accompany him out that evening and she said yes. Then Michael asked for the following evening and she said yes.
    When Alexi arrived, his gift for the evening was a cloth-of-gold trick or treating bag. She giggled in appreciation and gave him a quick kiss with a psychic fondle. It rapidly turned into a heated grope session that soon had her sprawled on the floor, trying to get her carefully chosen clothing off.
    His clothing separated itself with far more cooperation and soon she was able to touch his silken skin with her hands and her mind. Bliss. His body was hotter and harder than she had imagined, and when she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked him from base to tip, they both groaned. She wanted that length inside her and she was going to do whatever it took to get it there.
    Her bra parted company with her torso with both a snap and a rip. Her panties followed suit. At last she was blissfully naked and his hands were on her. As she stroked him, he stroked her and soon the damp heat between her thighs had her writhing and twisting beneath his hands.
    "Please, Alexi, I want more. I want you inside me.” She begged and breathed a sigh when he moved to cover her. His cock rubbed her clit and parted her lower lips with his own moisture. Their bodies’ lubrication